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When it's working, a team functions as a unit.

Everyone's focused on the goal,

in sync,

trusting each other's instincts.

Okay, ladies of the Hawks. For the magazine cover. Smiles, please.

Beautiful.

Excellent.

But when a team falls apart,

no one's got your back.

Or even worse, they're on your back.

And you start to wonder,

are you even on a team,

or are you playing all by yourself?

This is just great.

Ray Jay wrote this?

Keep reading.

Well, the kids in the story live with their dad.

And reading.

And the mother is--

Dead.

Margo, she's dead.

This is fiction. Don't get your panties in a wad.

See, the father is the hero, yeah?

The mother abandons the family

and then she gets a brain tumor.

The psychological implications are obvious.

Ray Jay feels abandoned by me,

because of my new job with the Hawks.

I don't work at all, and my kids still hate me.

Don't be so hard on yourself. Last year, you baked every brownie--

I didn't even know that my son had any writing talent.

And he just got named co-captain of the football team,

and I haven't even hosted any of those crazy team dinner things.

Yeah, that's a lot of work for a working mom.

Except if I had some help from another team mom extraordinaire.

I only understand French when you're offering me wine.

Wine it is.

No, Margo. We can do this. Okay?

Ray Jay is not gonna kill me off without a fight.

What a mess. I thought Shannon and Leanne were friends.

And these are team wives?

WAGs. Wives and girlfriends.

Okay. What exactly happened?

Magazine shoot.

Stars behind the stars.

Our illustrious publicist Laura Radcliffe's idea.

The hitting and the shoving they came up with on their own.

Unhappy wives make unhappy players, Dr. Dani.

And unhappy players don't win games.

We already had two linemen go at each other in the locker room today.

You want me to talk to the linemen?

No, we want you to talk to them.

Dr. Dani, the WAGs are wigging.

Make them stop.

In the left corner, we have Shannon Pritchett,

former Miss Ohio,

wife of our free safety, Ryan Pritchett, all-star.

Shannon takes care of the Hawks charity drive

and almost everything else.

In the right corner, Leanne Fleming. Husband's a rookie linebacker.

Do we have any idea what they were fighting about?

No one's talking.

I have to take care of something.

Good luck in there.

It was a misunderstanding.

What was the misunderstanding about?

We're a close-knit group. We're bound to get on each other's nerves.

We apologize for any embarrassment we have caused.

Discord amongst the wives is not good for anybody.

You're all part of the team.

What would the team like from us other than an apology?

To try and work out the problems between you.

I don't have a problem, Dr. Santino.

In that case, you don't mind if I move on with my life, right?

At the photo shoot, Leanne lost a bracelet.

An expensive bracelet.

She believes one of us stole it.

So that's what led to the altercation.

Her accusations were inflammatory and...

Unfortunately, things got out of hand.

Dr. Santino,

Ryan and I have devoted our lives to the Hawks for eight years.

The image of the team wives is something that I feel protective of,

something I would never...

This is my nanny.

I have to take this.

Morning. Blanca?

Everything all right?

- What's he on, Juliette? - He's fine.

I had more to drink last night than he did.

You're proud of that?

He'll sleep it off.

You 911 me to wake up Sleeping Beauty?

Something was stolen from me, Nico.

Oh, sorry.

Call the cops.

Look, he...

Kurt and I were screwing around,

and we decided to record it, just to see what it would look like.

And somehow the tape got stolen.

And now they want money to get the tape back.

Look, they know my family has money,

and that Kurt's an All-American forward at ATU.

- Juliette-- - Please, I know I screwed up.

I drink too much, and I party too hard, and...

Just you've always taken care of me.

I have strict instructions from your father.

Not to answer your calls, not to step in again. You know that.

I'm sure Marshall Pittman, owner of the New York Hawks,

doesn't want you to let his only daughter have a sex tape on the Internet.

This is Irv Superfon here on WNYJ.

We have Scott from Brooklyn on the line.

Scott, what do you have to say to Terrence King?

What's up, TK? You suck, man.

Hey, Scott, suck this.

Douchebag. Get a job.

TK, you got your game back earlier this season,

but some fans say Shane Givens is giving you a run for your money.

Well, Shane's nickname is Little TK.

That's only because I called him Little Tea Cake.

You can tell Scott and the rest of those unemployed wannabe losers

to move their asses to New Jersey.

You calling Hawks fans unemployed losers?

They can either get on the TK train

or get on the Shane train,

and kiss my Black ass.

Oh, okay.

Terrence, I book you on Irv Superfon's Talk in the Morning,

number one sports talk show, coveted spot.

And you decide to insult the fans of New York City,

as well as a fellow teammate?

I just-- I... What were you thinking?

First of all, the fans started it.

They do a list of the top 50 most beloved athletes,

and TK is number 47.

Shane Givens, 25.

You may explain.

You're missing the point. You made the list.

T, listen.

A month ago, you were a liability.

And then Laura got you Sport-E Boost, a shoe deal,

doing national talk shows.

Between the work you're doing with Laura and Dani,

you're finally back on track, bro.

Back on track?

Back on track, he says.

Forty-seven out of 50. Back on track.

That's not back on track. That's a big-ass derailment.

Especially when Shane Givens is number 25.

And it is your job to fix it.

So fix it.

Really? It's 11:30 at night.

We have a situation.

How come none of your situations happen at a normal time?

Because jail time is anytime.

Jail time?

Shannon?

What happened?

I was arrested.

For shoplifting.

Tell me what's going on.

I...

I have things at my home.

Things that I didn't buy.

Things you've stolen.

And...

Leanne's bracelet?

God, I barely remember taking it.

I feel such shame.

I understand.

I've never done anything like this before.

Shoplifting is often triggered by a kind of need,

or loss,

or depression.

Well, I come from a tough home.

Rose above it. I got married, had kids.

We have a beautiful life together, Dr. Santino.

Why would I screw that up?

Hey, kid, get in the car.

- You the guy from the phone? - Yeah, I am.

You got the money?

You got what I asked for?

This is less than 200 bucks. Over the phone, you said it would be--

What the hell, dude?

Are there copies, Charles?

How do you know my name?

Copies. Are there copies?

If anything about this girl gets in the public eye in any way,

I'm gonna be very pissed off.

This girl?

The girl on the disc, Charles.

There's no girl on the disc.

You think I'm playing games?

No, I'm telling you. It's a drug buy.

Some big college basketball star.

But there is no girl on the disc, I swear.

Mom, we're out of pepperoni.

There's more on the table there.

Chapter two.

The brain tumor is operable,

and the kids abandon their father on a rat-infested island.

Nice.

Here is to working moms succeeding.

Right? Work don't gotta trample on the home life.

- It can be done. - That is right.

Hidey-ho!

TK.

Which one of y'all wanna play for the New York Hawks?

Yo, fool, why didn't you tell me you was having a party?

Terrence.

Mom, he just got here.

TK, can I have a word with you outside?

Dirty side eyes. Hold that. I'm gonna holler at you.

All right.

I'm coming back for that.

What are you doing?

The Irv Superfon fiasco.

Irv who?

Do your research, doc. It's a sports radio talk show.

Dude set me up. All the papers are talking mess about me.

Oh, God. Are you in danger, emotionally or physically?

Well, kind of.

We will talk about this at your scheduled appointment.

You're not listening.

The fans are turning against me. The papers are turning against me.

What is so great about Shane Givens?

I'm in the middle of my son's teen pizza party.

I love pepperoni.

You are my patient.

If I just let you waltz in here anytime of any day, I'm not helping you.

So, what, this whole thing is like a lesson?

I'm in distress, doc.

We will talk about this at your appointment.

No, we won't.

Do we really have to do this?

If we want to understand why you steal,

what triggers the shoplifting, yes.

When you're ready, you might wanna take off the sunglasses.

I feel like I'm back on the runway, in my bikini,

without a top.

Okay, so...

Do you feel any urge?

What, to steal a belt? No.

But there are things that I want.

All right. Tell me.

Well, that necklace? I love it.

Good. All right, take it.

Don't steal it. Just pick it up.

Okay.

How does that feel?

Hot. Hot in my hands.

Okay. Keep telling me.

This purse. I want this purse.

- Why? - I don't know. I just do.

What else?

That top. The gold one.

And those jeans.

And...

That jacket with the zippers.

And those boots. Definitely those boots.

Okay. Now what we are gonna do is we are going to buy all these things,

and see what that feels like.

But I don't want to buy them. I want to take them.

Things that don't belong to me.

That's what I want, to take what's not mine.

Okay, but you're not gonna do that.

- You're gonna breathe. - Okay.

You're gonna experience that sensation without giving in to it.

- Are you breathing? - Yes.

All right, because if you can do that, then you can stop yourself.

I can stop.

Yes.

How do you feel?

Like we should go.

- Shannon, don't. Wait. - What?

The necklace.

You took the necklace.

What is wrong with me?

Shannon Pritchett's sucking up loose jewelry faster than a Hoover.

TK and Shane got into it this morning.

We don't need to worry about Pittsburgh beating us up next week.

We're doing it to ourselves.

What the hell are we doing about this?

Well, Shannon's remorseful. She's already in counseling.

As far as TK is concerned--

He's a loose cannon.

Oh, well, he's working on his issues.

But that requires that he focus on the right things.

Meaning?

This publicity juggernaut is not in his best interest.

It's a lot of pressure.

With all due respect, we're talking about talk show appearances and endorsements,

not stints on Survivor.

I don't care if you fix it with Gorilla Glue.

I want it fixed by next week's game.

The ladies too.

When Marshall Pittman calls me for the 14th time this week,

I'd like to be able to give him some good news.

Look, we all want the same things here, right?

Can't we all just get along?

Thank you, Mr. Switzerland.

Question.

I have a friend.

Has a problem.

Alcohol, men. Whole lot of trouble.

I keep bailing her out. Nothing changes.

Well, if there are no consequences for her behavior,

then she has no reason to change.

Enabling doesn't help.

No, it doesn't.

Thanks.

- Hey, come on in. - Hello.

What's that?

I went and bought the clothes from the boutique

that you wanted the other day.

- I really don't wanna talk about-- - I know.

I thought that we could look at them together.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay. What do you see?

About $2,000.

Printed shirt.

Jacket.

I... I don't get it. I--

Necklace.

Does that remind you of anyone?

No.

Anyone you know that might own a necklace like this?

Leanne.

I'm taking Leanne's things?

Why?

Well, I don't know. How would I know? I...

Look, Leanne and I were very close when she first joined the team.

I made a point of reaching out to her when her husband was drafted,

welcomed her into my home.

And then one day, she just stopped talking to me.

And how long ago was that?

I don't know exactly. Around the time of the San Diego road trip.

Did you ask her about it?

Oh, I tried, but...

Oh, God. I swear, Dr. Santino.

Before the bracelet, I didn't do anything to her.

My keys, Margo. I lost my keys.

I've been rushing around so much, I must have left them somewhere.

Yes, I called a cab,

but tell him I'll be there as soon as I can,

and that I'm sorry, and that I love him.

Okay, bye.

- What are you doing back here? - Coach called me in.

Now I'll probably miss Ray Jay's game, and then I'll get head cancer again.

I lost my keys, and I have to call a cab.

I'm taking off. I can give you a ride.

Come on. Chop-chop.

Let's go.

Chop-chop?

Hello, sports fans. This is Irv Superfon.

Before we move on to the round-table discussion,

still getting calls about TK's meltdown the other day.

Kiss my ass, Irv.

The Hawks have to seriously think about hopping off the TK train

before it derails into a fireball and takes the team with it.

Just gonna use my own metaphor against me, dog?

- You didn't have to do this. Thank you. - Wasn't gonna leave you stranded.

You sure that you wanna stay and see the game?

Come on, it's pep bands and dads coaching from the stands.

Margo? Lindsay?

Is that Ray Jay?

Ray Jay? Oh, my God.

Are you sure that we shouldn't have just taken him to the hospital?

Dr. Felton's our team doctor.

He works on the $5 million knees.

- Matt. - Oh, hey, Jim.

- Dr. Santino? - Yes, yes. Thank you for seeing us.

Anything for a member of the team.

Okay, so, your son has some laxity in the joint

and probably damage to his ACL.

Oh, what does that mean?

Very common sports injury.

We sent him for an MRI to confirm the diagnosis

and determine the extent of the damage.

Run them all. Hawks will cover it.

You don't have to do that.

Again, part of the team.

I'll keep you updated.

Thank you.

- Thanks. - Nice meeting you.

- Hey. - Hi.

I've got your home movie.

Oh, thank you so much.

I'm sorry. I'll never be that stupid again.

I'm gonna make sure the guy didn't pull a fast one on me.

No, please, don't.

- It's really embarrassing. - Why? Excuse me.

Because you're not in it.

- Kurt was gonna lose-- - No, you lied to me.

I put my job and my relationship with your dad on the line for you,

not for your boyfriend who's passed out in the tub.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't know what else to do.

I love him.

You are throwing yourself away on the wrong guys.

You drink too much.

You have a problem being alone.

Really?

Is it all that great having no one?

You tell me, Nico.

You don't care enough about yourself to stop.

And I care too much to keep picking up the phone.

Thank you, Margo, for bringing Lindsay home.

Yes, I'll call you if I find out anything new.

Yeah.

You okay?

I should've been with Ray Jay.

What could you have done? He would've still got hurt.

You can't be everywhere.

Believe me, I'm finding that out.

How's it going with the WAGs?

Oh, it's going.

What do you know about San Diego?

City in Southern California, great zoo.

No, it's just that Shannon Pritchett said something.

She made a point of mentioning...

Did anything unusual happen in San Diego on this last road trip?

Besides us winning?

No, it was just like any other road trip.

Meaning?

What happens on the road stays on the road.

What, omertà, like the mafia?

Look.

It's stressful.

Guys are away from home.

They go out at night, burn off steam.

And obviously there are women throwing themselves at all the players.

Some guys handle it well. Others...

Five texts in a row.

Let me guess. TK.

I better call him back.

Dr. D, where is the love? I been texting and calling you all day.

Yeah, my session. I got it. But I can't wait till my session.

Because Irv Superfon is trying to derail my locomotive.

Why the hell not?

Wait, wait, wait. Ray Jay got what?

Acetaminophen and codeine for short-term pain relief.

Happily it's not a tear. It's just a sprain.

So the good news is, four to six weeks, good as new.

Four to six weeks?

Hey, beats surgery and four to six months.

You have a visitor.

What up, boy?

- TK? - Yo, doc.

What's up, man?

Hey, I hope you smacked that dude.

No, but I will next time I see him.

You okayed this?

He's entitled to a sponge bath.

No, I did not.

Come here. Don't take his kidney out. I see. You look shady to me.

Leanne.

Hello, Dr. Santino.

- Thanks for taking my call. Come in. - Thanks.

Tell me about San Diego.

I can't.

Those are the rules. I can't talk about it with anyone.

Leanne, hey.

You can talk about it with me.

Okay.

San Diego, I surprised Derek on the road.

And...

I saw Shannon's husband.

Ryan.

Ryan.

Leaving his hotel room with someone else.

Another woman.

Ryan cornered me later,

and let me know that there would be consequences for my husband

if I told anyone, especially Shannon.

So you created this rift with Shannon

so you wouldn't have to face each other.

I tried to talk to Derek about it.

He told me,

"You didn't see anything."

Just...

I thought I married a man, not a football team.

Listen

I can't pretend to know what it feels like,

this road code that you're expected to keep.

But, Leanne...

no one can dictate the rules of your relationships...

unless you let them.

If I'd known you were here, I would've showered and changed.

If you showered and changed, I wouldn't be so happy to be here.

How's Dani's son?

ACL sprain.

But his ego got a big boost. TK made a surprise appearance.

Speaking of TK, I was thinking, maybe he should consider a change.

In what? His diet? Brand of underwear?

In who he's seeing, therapy. This guy comes highly recommended.

Look, TK's behavior has been consistently erratic.

Erratic behavior is who he is.

Therapy takes time.

What?

The constant angling.

You have had issues with Dani since the moment you stepped in here.

- That is not what this is about. - Then what's it about?

I'm just saying, you don't wanna be the guy who brings in the wrong fix.

Bringing in the right fix could make you a hero in Pittman's eyes.

Do you see a boyfriend or another project here?

I see a man who has the intellect, savvy, and sex appeal

to end up as general manager someday.

In time, hopefully.

- There's no time like the present. - Stop.

I'm on my time.

If you're gonna have a problem with that...

I gotta go.

Honey.

What'd I say about pain meds on an empty stomach?

- They don't affect me, Mom. - Really?

Honey.

I know you act like it doesn't bother you

that I'm gone so much these days for work.

Ma, I love your new job.

Yeah, so, Ray Jay,

that story from English class, you know,

the mom dying with the brain tumor.

You totally didn't write that, did you?

No.

Lindsay wrote that. You know I suck at writing.

Yes, I do.

She owed me for not narcing on her when she got busted.

Right, busted.

For selling TK's stuff at the stadium.

TK is the man.

Always comes through for a friend.

Does he, now?

He got me into Club Zara.

Hot club.

Hot ladies.

And when my car got stolen,

he bought me a new one.

Am I in trouble?

It's bad enough that TK shows up at my house unannounced

with the occasional stripper,

crashes my son's pizza party, or the doctor's.

But now I find out

that he's taken my underage son to a club,

bought him a car.

- He what? - Yeah.

TK hasn't just crossed the line, he has blown the fricking line up.

You're right. You're 100-percent right.

It's just...

You know that TK is on tender footing right now.

Can you just wait until after the game to talk to him about all this stuff?

- It's for the sake of the team. - Okay.

It's just that, I mean, there comes a point

where I can't be compromised anymore.

I do have a therapeutic code that I need to live by.

I get it.

San Diego? What about it? I wasn't there.

Tell me about the road code.

How do you feel about it?

You get used to a certain lifestyle, being a football wife, Dr. Santino.

It's a trade-off, accepting the possibility

that there are things in your husband's life that...

Remember what we talked about

with the shoplifting being triggered by loss or depression?

You lost something, didn't you?

A friend.

All right, so...

I took things that reminded me of Leanne.

So what?

You're suggesting I want something that she has?

My husband is a star safety.

He makes 10 times what her husband makes.

We are well-off, secure.

You tell me. You tell me.

What the hell does she have that I don't have?

Tell me.

The truth.

Maybe you do know what happened in San Diego.

Tell me what it means

when your husband has two cell phones.

When you can't get ahold of him at 3 a.m. on the road.

When 52 other players, their wives, and the press

all know that your husband is a dog.

I get it.

I just thought it would be different for us.

Maybe if I kept my body.

If I was just...

a really good wife.

Shannon,

your husband's choices

have nothing to do with you.

I want to walk away, but it just scares the hell out of me.

I got two kids. This is my whole life.

I will help you come up with a plan,

if that's what you decide.

And we can continue to work together for as long as you like.

And Leanne?

What about Leanne?

Juliette.

You didn't answer my calls.

You can't be in here.

I have to tell you something.

We have to get you out of Coach's office.

I dumped Kurt.

You were right. He's a creep.

And?

I don't wanna keep messing up.

Then don't.

Help me.

For real.

If you're looking for TK, he just finished a massage.

He should be out in 15 or 20.

Look, I'm sorry.

I've run at this pace ever since I was 7 years old,

trying to power my way through Girl Scouts.

I'm sure you looked cute in the uniform.

- I tried redesigning them. - Of course you did.

They were outdated. Needed rebranding.

You don't have to brand me.

I know.

I can be pushy.

No.

- Little aggressive? - Who, you?

Well, it is what makes me successful.

Yes.

But it doesn't belong in our relationship,

and I get that.

Good.

I'm gonna miss you when you go to San Francisco.

Good.

I'm bringing my things back with me.

Very good.

If you want me, I'll just be in the office, okay?

Thanks.

Hey, Linds?

I wanted to know if you wanna go to a movie together.

I'm going to Winter's.

Lindsay,

how are you?

I'm fine.

"Fine" as in "gave me a brain tumor and killed me off"?

It was just a story.

Okay, well...

I'm not gonna pretend that it didn't hurt my feelings.

But I know that I have been spread pretty thin lately,

and that you have gotten the short end more than Ray Jay.

It's all right. I get it. You're a single mom, a team of one now.

I get it.

Team of one.

Do you wanna know the thing I noticed the most about your story?

Well, I mean, the other thing I noticed about your story?

You're talented.

You are incredibly gifted.

Ironic and imaginative.

I should've known it was your voice.

Keep writing.

Just don't kill me.

Cotton sheets?

No heated towel racks?

How will I ever survive?

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

I'm doing this for you, not him.

Don't do this for me,

or your father,

or anybody else.

You do it for yourself, Juliette.

You're starting to sound like a therapist.

Thank you.

Don't mention it.

To anyone.

It's a shame you never had kids.

You would've made a great dad.

Yo.

You peep that game yesterday?

Killed it. Fans ate it up. Back on team TK.

- I'm happy for you. - You should be.

And Irv Superfon. This fool really thinks he can get me.

Take that, beyotch.

Terrence, you've said it's important to you to be liked.

Fan love fills the seats, doc.

That's why you play? To fill the seats?

What you getting at?

There are some places where it is healthy to seek love and admiration.

And then there are some places where maybe it's not.

Ray Jay has told me about the extent of your friendship.

About you guys hanging out at the club.

No, it did not even go down like that.

That you bought him a car.

Ray Jay was hemmed up. I helped him. That was it.

And as far as the club goes, he just showed up.

It's not like I let him drink anything. Come on.

You're my patient.

You cannot have a relationship with my son that I find unacceptable.

And that means texting, calling, signing merchandise, buying cars.

You're pissed off about the club and the car, I got that.

I wanna know why it is that you feel it's okay

to break every boundary that I have set.

I think that it is important for us to look at that.

You know what? Don't nobody care about your boundaries.

You can't just put me in a little box

and expect me not to make a move without asking.

Not that kind of dude.

I thought we was friends, doc.

Terrence,

I care about you deeply.

I want so much for you.

But the truth is our relationship is therapeutic.

That means that we can't really be friends.

There's all these rules that you have for football.

These are sort of the rules for therapy.

I have enabled this behavior,

so I can admit that I am partly at fault here.

Partly?

That is taking real responsibility, doc. I'm so proud of you.

You got all the PhDs.

It is all your fault.

I ain't no better off than I was two months ago. So, what's that tell you?

I am through with you. I'm through with your little office.

I'm through with your little rules and regulations

and your goddamn jelly beans.

I'm done with you.

Period. Lights out.

You lost one.